That sneaky fox....

Very recently Brady has begun to show a very imaginative side.  Its mostly done in whispers with just himself, we aren't really involved in the stuff he is pretending.  For example, yesterday we pulled into the garage and I closed the garage door behind us, making it pretty dark in there.  I am gathering my crap before hauling my fat ass out of the driver's seat and I can hear him whispering.  I stop to listen and he is pretending the dinosaurs were coming and he was telling someone to watch out.  I love this stage, you never know what new stuff he will come up with.  So today during craft/learning/art time I pulled out a pack of Dora magnets I bought in the dollar spot forever ago.  I gave him a cookie sheet and wasn't really sure what he would do with it.  Well, to my surprise they were a huge hit and he immediately started in with his pretending.  I heard him talking about Swiper the sneaky fox and saying watch out Dora.  He was moving them all over the sheet acting out an episode most likely.  It was hysterical.  We had been playing with our colored cubes right before, so I showed him how to cover Swiper up like he was hiding in a bush (which often happens on the show).  We built little houses for Dora and Boots to live in and then Swiper would come along and swipe the house apart.  This was all his doing.  He giggled and giggled and really enjoy doing this himself.  Its really hard for me to not interact, so luckily its super entertaining to watch him create.

Then he was inventive and decided to use the scrap part as a puzzle.  I didn't plan on this at all but he enjoyed putting the magnets back in the spots they came from.

A funny thing he has started to say is "coming right up" like in a diner.  I will offer him whatever choices for breakfast lets say, and he will make his choice, climb up on the chair at the table, and say "cantaloupe, coming right up."

He is big into "Brady no like it."  This could be about a food he doesn't like, something that is scaring him, or if he is being tickled and doesn't want to be.  He is very serious in his opinion of what he likes.

He has been bringing a Buzz action figure to the table the last few days.  Yesterday I gave him a bowl of peas while I was making our dinner and I could hear him offering Buzz some peas.  I asked him if Buzz liked peas and according to Brady Buzz loves peas.  He shared a pretzel rod with him today, he offered him the taco he refused to eat at dinner, and let him have some apple juice from his sippy.  He has quite the imagination.  Buzz is currently having a sleepover in the big boy bed, which is going amazingly well.  We have had no issues whatsoever.  He is sleeping and napping like a champ.  It still makes me sad to see my tiny baby, who isn't tiny or a baby for that matter, in that giant sized bed.  He loves to lay in there all snuggled up reading.  Yesterday, I looked at the monitor after he woke up from his nap.  He was laying there and must have dropped something off the bed.  So he slid off, grabbed whatever it was, and scurried back up on the bed like the floor was on fire.  It was so funny.  I am thinking he just doesn't know he can get down and I surely won't be telling him.  From his bed he can reach his books so he has plenty to entertain himself with.

Random picture:  someday I am thinking he will make one hell of a valet.  He lines these cars up so perfectly every single day.

I was in the kitchen today and I could hear him saying "cheese Zoe" and I knew he had his camera with him so I snuck up to see what he was doing.  He was sitting in the foyer taking pictures of the dogs.  How cute is he??

And lastly, I was taking my 33 week belly pictures and someone snuck in again.  I couldn't figure it out how to set it to just take one picture, so this is how I got the action shots of him walking into the picture.  It was set to take multiple pictures after 10 seconds.  The beeping must really be interesting to him.

I am gigantic, my whole body hurts, and I throw up in my sleep every night.  Pregnancy is so fucking magical. 6 weeks to go.

Final day of vacation

Friday was our final day of vacation and we made sure to jam pack it with fun.  We had a great week and can't wait for next year. Things will be slightly different next year with us having a whole extra kid and all.


When looking for a house to rent we have a short list of needs:  Wifi, 2 bedrooms, and an outdoor shower.  This was the nicest part of our rental.  Jim wants to install one here at our house, but I informed him it would only get used for about 5 weeks a year while its warm enough.  There was a tub so Brady took showers all week and LOVED it.  Mostly because he could run around without it being too slippery and act like a loon.




So then we headed to the beach, and yes if you are wondering, the boys took showers each morning, afternoon, and some nights.  They were probably the cleanest people on the Cape last week.  Those shower pics were from about 8am the last day.

Anyway, the beach...... we brought the boogie board the last day to try out.  High tide was late enough in the morning that there was actually water near the beach when we got there. 






He was loving it!!  And then.....


he rolled off the board into the deeper water.  Oops!


It only took a week of beaching for Brady to willingly put his hands in the sand.  He enjoyed making giant holes all week and on Friday he climbed in and out a bunch of times and I was shocked that he put his hands in the sand.




He took his boogie board for a walk many times.


And then we did what all good parents do on the beach...... we set him up on the blanket to watch shows on my phone.  We got over an hour of peace and quiet that didn't involve us moving from our chairs or putting our books down.  That was worth any judging we may receive, not that I ever care about people judging me.




We brought the dogs with us, stupid decision on our part, but since the yard wasn't fenced they needed to be walked.  Jim and I did not enjoy this, but Brady thought it was great. 




We headed to the beach to try to get the pictures I wanted to get all week.  Lucky for us we beach the crowds who came to take sunset pictures.  But we weren't lucky enough to avoid being eaten alive.  Jim did a pretty good job taking these, huh?








He looked too handsome to not take a few of just him.






We finally snagged a spot on the rocks to take pictures.  Silly little dude!

30 Weeks

30 weeks..... that's how pregnant I am.  I am a pretty good counter and should have expected that after being 29 weeks pregnant would come 30, but I must have been on crack because its just hitting me.... I will be having a baby in less than 9 weeks.

HOLYFUCKINGSHITBALLS!!!

And not only am I going to have a baby in 9 weeks..... its a girl.  Again, I knew this, but its really now hitting me.  And its also just now hitting Jim.  On Sunday as we were coming off the beach there was a minivan parked right there.  The back door was open and there was a n.aked little girl.  I looked at her and her dad who was trying to get her to get dressed and just smiled at them.  Well Jim noticed something.  He noticed she didn't have a p.enis.  Which then made him realize the baby we are having won't have a p.enis either.  From this point forward we shall call him Captain Obvious.  Maybe he slept through high school biology and didn't realize this fact, but yes Jim, girls have different parts than boys do.  This is giving my husband extreme anxiety.  Hopefully he pulls his shit together in the next 9 weeks, because I will not be on diaper duty alone.

But seriously, I will say again, I am having a baby in less than 9 weeks.  We will be scheduling the exact eviction someday this week so then I can really start crapping myself.  Surgery, a baby, recovery, nearing winter in New England.....ahhhhhh.  Is it too late to change my mind?  What if I save my receipt?  OK, just kidding (sort of).  But a baby will arrive here in this household and we haven't done a blessed thing to help make this a smooth transition.  Brady's big boy room is not ready, or even close for that matter, which means her room hasn't been painted yet.  I have bought girl clothing and 1 box of teeny tiny diapers but that's the extent of my preparation.  When I was pregnant with Brady I am pretty sure by this point the nursery was completely done and I am sure my neurotic self had other shit done too.

As scared as I am, I can't wait to not be pregnant anymore.  I HATE being pregnant, this is no secret.  There is an alien in there pushing on my hipbones, wedging herself in my ribs, and causing me to feel like I have to pee constantly.  I shouldn't complain though, because besides from back pain (which I always have) I haven't had any issues.  I sleep fine, I can eat whatever, I can keep up with Brady, I still fit in most of my maternity clothes, and I have an excuse to eat multiple ice cream sandwiches each day.  I haven't gained too much yet, which is great.  I miss beer, like I miss it a lot.  I have no swelling, no headaches like I did with Brady, pretty much the picture perfect pregnancy.  But still..... I am over it.  I spent 3 months in 2009 pregnant and now 7 months in 2010, that's enough for a full pregnancy, where can I go to pick up my baby?

And the best news, Jim has already decided when we should do this all again..... and its not that far away.  Ahhhhhhh!!!!!  I think I am going to go hide under the bed with a box of ice cream sandwiches and cry myself to sleep.  At least until I hear certain someone says "Mommy wake up, I pooped!"

So, let the countdown to a non-p.enis baby begin.   And oh yeah, we still haven't picked a name.  We are so not ready.